"In the future, I would like you to mind your own business" she said, looking him straight in the eye, unflinching, and dead serious. Even her lawyer cringed.
He was taken aback. Way back. Back to the time she asked him to marry her. And he said yes. And she married him, glass eye and all.
She loved him back then. They shared their futures for a while. Opened businesses all over town, worked like the dickens, raised chickens, bought a home, had children, cats, and friends.
Then it all fell apart.
He thought the chickens were scrawny, and tried to feed them more scratch grains.
She said scratch grains were for sissy chickens, and she did not want her chickens to be sissies. They were, after all, fighting roosters and needed their strength, no sissies.
He objected to their fighting at all! He said so!
She said "THEN WHY ARE WE EVEN LIVING IN THIS HELL HOLE OF A CITY?! Let's move to the country where chickens don't have to fight for a living."
He agreed. They packed up their broods, and their breeds, and their brethren, and moved to Bodunk USA.
Where neither of them was happy.
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